Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2011 08:42:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Raj Pepper
Subject: A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962, PART 8
A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962
1962.
Unobserved, the new kid at the hardware store sees his co workers wildly
sucking cock. Suddenly a whole new world opened up for our wide eyed hero.
MMMMmmm, MMm, 1st
Disclaimer. If you are under 18, do not read this story. If erotic
fiction is illegal where you are, leave this site.
See author's notes at the end, if you like.
HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Month, 1962, Part 8
Everyone has that moment when sex becomes real. That day, that
week, that month where what had been abstract pictures in old
magazines tucked away and stories overheard in the locker room
become sweat, pounding hearts and rasping breath, wide eyed with
wild smiles and full of passions that one hadn't even realized
existed until that moment.
This was the first month of that journey for me...
Part 8
The four of us at Miller's Hardware had another card game coming up
Saturday night, open to us and to any former summer help who were in town
and who wanted to come by and join in. This included any new summer help
that Mr. Miller thought was ready for their entry into manhood. I had no
idea who else might be there, and my mind raced through the various faces
who'd said hello in passing at the hardware store, letting me know, always
in the most friendly and relaxed way, that they'd been one of the summer
helpers at Miller's when they were my age.
Even though I was having crazy cock adventures with my friends at school
and in my neighborhood, and some pretty wild dalliances at the library, the
idea of my second card game had me absolutely shaking with anticipation.
Whenever I allowed my thoughts to drift and imagined what the evening would
likely hold in store for me, I would instantly bone up, no matter where I
was. I seemed to have almost a constant small wet spot from precome as my
dick engorged and relaxed, engorged and relaxed, over and over.
I went to work half an hour early on Saturday, solely for the purpose of
fooling around with my coworkers, not knowing whether they would come in
early too. Sure enough, as I came around the corner almost exactly at 7,
Cale and Ed were arriving from opposite directions. We all had such huge
grins that I just burst out laughing, and they did too. Ed had the keys
and opened up, and we made a frenetic b-line to the modest employee lounge,
which was just a table against a wall, a few lockers, and a handfull of
chairs behind the paint department. What do you have in mind? Cale asked
through his grin. I pointed at the table and told them to sit up there
next to each other. Knowing that we had a clock that would run out was
moving us along at a less than relaxed pace, but nobody minded. That just
added to the craziness of it all.
As they hopped onto the table fully clothed I yelled a whisper NO... with
your pants down! and quick as a wink their pants and briefs were around
their ankles and they were back together on the table, cocks three quarters
hard. It was amazing how confident and assertive I felt, even cocky if you
will, but playful, not bossy. I wanted those dicks in my mouth now, and
there was a heady mixture of real youth passion mixed with a self aware
sense of the comedy of it that made it as wild as a roller coaster. I just
leaned over and put my hands on the table and sucked Ed's cock into my
mouth, enjoying the sucking stretch I was able to give it in that moment
before he was fully hard. I was so hungry for cock that I probably sounded
like a pig at the trough. I switched to Cale's dick, still making slurping
and heavy breathing sounds without trying to, but there was no stretching
Cale at this moment, he was already hard as a cock rock. He held the sides
of my head gently and rocked a little as I gobbled his fuck muscle, but I
was doing the real work, and loving it. I could see that Ed was pumping
his dick pretty furiously, and I switched back. Ed's cock was just a
little thinner and a good inch longer than Cale's. I loved the difference
without having a preference.
I grabbed Ed's pole and was pumping the spit covered shaft as I rose up and
back down, over and over, sucking the head and the top half of it like mad,
smacking my lips with my fist as everything collided in crazy cock sucking.
At the same time, my left hand moved to Cale's dick, and he and I were
pumping it together.
The thought that they were both watching me as I gave them strong man
pleasure had me nearly coming in my pants. Both of them were making quiet
moans and grunts, while I continued my quiet but almost out of control
slurping and breathing. Ed tensed and let out a sustained moan, and I
involuntarily let out a higher pitched moan, waiting for a multiple jolt of
jism that exploded in my hungry mouth. Swallowing and panting and still
jerking them both as I got all of Ed's jizz I switched again to Cale with
not a second to spare. My lips jumped on his cock and in less than a dozen
head bobs he was spraying my tonsils and clutching my head in a remarkable
frozen grip.
When he stopped shooting and calmed down, I still squeezed and pulled the
last big dollops of goo up their cocks, and licked their dick slits clean
until all that stopped, too. I loved this part, when I could just slowly
play with their shrinking dicks and their suddenly longer ball sacks. Out
in the regular world I was barely a teen, but I was a man when I was with
these guys, and I loved this man sort of man play.
Put that blanket on the table, I commanded through a laugh. I want more
breakfast jism! They laughed and spread out a nice old comforter while I
wriggled out of my clothes off in a flash, lay on the table and threw my
legs over my head. While they watched and massaged and squeezed my balls,
I jerked and pulled my cock with just two fingers and my thumb towards my
extended lips and open mouth. I was so over the top wound up from blowing
Ed and Cale, and the state of excitement I'd been in in general thinking
about tonight's card game, and knowing they were watching me, and the
feeling of my balls getting a workover from them, that in less than a
minute I shot a stream of come and down into my open mouth, followed by two
smaller squirts, and then a little milky cock drool. I hadn't take the
time to actually suck the tip of my cock... I wanted to come right away and
that took a little bit of time, just relaxing enough to get the tip all the
way fully into my lips. I figured that was a show to put on for them
another time.
Mr. Miller came in at the end, when we were obviously finishing getting
dressed, smile a big smile, and said Save a little something for tonight,
boys.
The day was very busy, with customers and deliveries and unloading and
restocking. When Jack and Jerry stopped in later that morning, Jack told
me the card game was going to be at the Baylor's big old house. Both the
father and the son had been summer helpers at Miller's, a generation apart.
Mr. Baylor had been an eagle scout a long time ago, and had served as
scoutmaster for all the years it took Dave to get his. Dave had graduated
last year, and sometime the year before they had lost Mrs. Baylor to
illness, something I could totally relate to after the loss of my dad.
Their house was not quite a mansion, but was one of the more impressive
homes in town. Prairie Style brick, it was an early version of a split
level.
As I continued working, I wondered if the Baylors had seen each other
naked. Of course they had, they're family. Had they seen each other's
dicks? Had they seen them hard? I saw my father's dick lots of times, but
never hard. My mind raced with the possibilities. I wondered if they'd
seen each other get a blow job from anyone, or if their time at the card
games had been separate. Had they jerked off or even sucked cocks with the
counselors and troop leaders at the scout camps and the jamborees? Would
they both be there tonight at the same time? I wanted to end up with one
of their cocks in my mouth, showing them how good I was at all this man sex
game. Would the other one watch the crazy show I was putting on for them?
Would I be able to switch from the one to the other, and would they smile
as I slurped their cocks? I'd known them both, casually, my whole life.
Would one of them end up sucking my dick tonight? Would one of them want
to go balls deep in my ass? Would they take turns? Do I know them well
enough for that? The idea of it was driving me nuts, and my dick kept
getting embarrassingly hard in my chinos.
At the end of the day, Cale went out for what seemed like a crazy number of
hamburgers, and we headed to the edge of town to the Baylor's property.
Mr. Baylor greeted us with the quiet but very real friendliness I'd always
known from him, shaking hands firmly and making us feel welcome. He
suggested that we might like to shower downstairs, which was a directive I
knew to expect. There was a huge finished rec room with a formal fireplace
that was roaring with flames, and a mother in law apartment with a large
shower off to the side of that. Jack and Jerry arrived while I was taking
my turn in the showers, and soon everybody was lounging on cushioned
furniture set up in a big square. Off in the corner was what looked like a
king size bed covered with dark bedspreads and dark bolsters and pillows.
There was casual guy talk about sports and school and TV while everybody
ate a lot, then Dave was lighting a number of low candles around the room,
and other lights were shut off or dimmed. The cards came out.
The room was both subdued and electric with anticipation, as cards were
dealt and clothes methodically came off at the end of each hand.
Mr. Miller said very little, though he seemed very happy. Mr. Baylor just
seemed naturally to be as in command of the room as Miller.
Comfortable. Confident. Handsome. Manly.
As luck would have it, Jack lost the last of his clothes first, and I drew
the best hand which, according to strip poker rules, meant that I could
tell him to do something. I smiled and said I wanted Jack to take off
Jerry's underwear, which was the last thing he had on, and I wanted to sit
on the edge of Mr. Baylor's chair while Jack sucked his cock and Jerry
sucked Dave. I could see Mr. Baylor and Mr. Miller exchange smiles. The
cards, just like before, were abandoned without ceremony. Jerry stood
naked in the firelight as his brother pulled off his briefs. Even though
he was nearly two years older than me, he looked very young at that moment,
surrounded by more mature and more muscular bodies, all of whom were eyeing
him and smiling and stroking or massaging their crotches slowly. He and
Jack stood together for a moment in this circle of comfortable chairs and
oversized pillows looking very much like naked brothers, then positioned
themselves and knelt down next to each other in front of Dave and
Mr. Baylor, as both Baylors and everybody else in the room slipped out of
the last of their clothes. Both Dave and Mr. were is great shape, and they
looked amazing in the flickering light, leaning back and smiling as my good
friends lowered their faces down onto their laps and started to suck. The
pace was slow and generous, the room was hot, the soda cans were sweating.
I leaned over to Jack and said, calmly yet excitedly, quietly yet just loud
enough for all to hear, Now I want you to get your brother's ass ready for
his first dick. I sat on the floor and pulled Jerry over to suck my cock,
and Jack lifted him up onto his knees. Head down, ass up. I hadn't asked
anyone if this was alright, if it was OK that I continue to suggest the
next combinations, but I looked around at heavy lidded contented faces,
smiling and stroking their cocks slowly, and it all seemed right.
Jerry looked like he was going to swoon as his eyes met mine for a moment.
You could see his breath heaving just in the anticipation of it. He
lowered his gaze then out rolled his tongue as his mouth opened and he
lowered his face onto my crotch and he slowly slurped my dick in. His
whole body tensed for a moment as his brother knelt behind him, spread his
cheeks wide, and he felt a tongue run up his ass for the first time. In a
quick moment he relaxed, and I could feel and see him getting a rhythm
going with Jack's face and tongue planted firmly up his crack.
I looked around the room and felt so excited, so strong, so manly in the
company of all these great guys, all of them grinning broadly and stroking
their poles while my dick was getting sucked by our newby, and his ass was
getting royally reamed, with me as the orchestrator of the action.
Cale and Ed stood slowly and knelt in front of our two hosts, and started
to suck cock. I could hear both Baylors moan took, while I looked over at
Mr. Miller stroking his mighty sausage. His eye caught mine while he
stroked and I was having my knob polished, and we both smiled a warm,
candle lit smile. I hoped it would all end this evening with him and his
giant organ in my ass.
Get your fingers in there, Miller said to Jack and handed him a tube of
some lotion. Jack was now kneeling behind Jerry and working his greased
fingers in and out of Jerry's tongue loosened asshole as Miller sat next to
me on the rug, his back to an overstuffed chair. I immediately reached
over and started to caress his legendary beast of a cock baloney. I said
quietly, just to him, I'm going to come, I can't wait, I can't help it.
Then shoot it, Miller replied just as quietly, there'll be plenty more.
The sights of Jack working his fingers in and out of his brother's ass
while Jerry wriggled and ground back to him, the sight and feel of Jerry
blowing me and the beautiful sight and feel of my hand exploring Mr.
Miller's cock and big hanging balls, the sight of Ed and Cale sucking Dave
and Mr. Baylor, the firelight and candle light moving over all the bodies
in motion was making me cock drunk, and the evening was just starting.
Without meaning to talk dirty, I said quietly but with sudden passion Suck
that dick Jerry. Suck. Suck it, and immediately started to empty my balls
into his mouth.
He let out an oommmmmmmmmph as I filled his mouth and he and Jack's motions
intensified. Now boy, suck my dick Miller said quietly but firmly as he
pulled Jerry over to him. Jerry tumbled forward a little, so he was laying
tummy down on the rug, and he was stunned for a moment seeing Miller's
amazing cock for the first time, right in his face. Suck that cock boy, he
said, firmly but still friendly as Jerry, wide eyed, rested on his elbows
and wrapped his hands around it, a rope of my come dangling from his mouth
as a result of the abruptness of the move. He played with it, mesmerized,
and stuck his tongue out and worked the tip. My hanging come stuck to the
side of the magnificent beast, and Jerry saw it and it disappeared with a
long licking slurp.
Now, Miller said to Jack, Grease up your dick and fuck that boy's ass. It
was said like a firm lesson was being taught, not a demand being made.
Without being asked to I jumped up and ran around Jerry, grabbed the lotion
and squeezed a big line along Jack's cock, then started to stroke it,
totally greased, then let go and straddled Jerry's back like riding a horse
backwards, grabbed at his lotion covered cheeks and spread them as good as
my lotion covered hands could. I could see everything as Jack ran his cock
up and down Jerry's crack and then started to place the head right against
the puckered hole. Jerry was moaning and moving like they were already
fucking, drunk on the glory of Miller's cock at the other end. I could see
Jerryy was pushing back to get the head in his loosened ass, and I
whispered fiercely to Jack Put it in. Fuck him. Fuck his ass.
I jumped out of the way and he was suddenly in halfway, then back, then in
balls deep. Jack lay down fully on top of him as Jerry rolled his hips for
maximum depth. Miller pulled Jerry forward a little more and slightly to
the side like he weighed nothing, and suddenly both boys had access to
Miller's cock. Jackk was pounding and pounding his little brother's
asshole with his muscle dick, Jerry grunting and the whole thing so
physical as to be close to violent. Jack had his arms under Jerry's
armpits, holding his shoulders, and turned away from Mr. Miller's cock as
his grunts became more animal like, and suddenly he was fully planted in
his brother's ass and coming like a freight train.
Good boys, Miller said with a smile as he disentangled himself from the
sweat and lotion and jism and got himself a cold soda.
Stay tuned for the next chapter.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Like all my stories, this one is a combination of real experiences and
situations and people from my life used as the jumping off point for
storytelling. I freely change places and dates and sometimes combine
several people into one character to make for a better tale. Though this
one does not, I love stories that take place in the tack room of the barn,
whether straight, bi or gay, because that was central to my sexual
experiences growing up.
Though this story takes place before I was 18, I do not wish to relive my
comically promiscuous youth. If you are under 18, or like to pretend you
are, go away. If you are over 18 and think you'd like to talk about
something you've done or wish to do that is in any way questionable,
legally, go away. Period. I write my stories for fun, because I enjoy the
feeling I get from writing them. My character is always freely making
choices, in control of his own destiny and passions, and having fun. Man or
woman, if you have a great sense of humor, find my stories amusing, and
have some sort of comment, feel free to write.
backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com
Otherwise, just enjoy!
Raj Pepper